Throwbacks - Corey Smith

We were sitting 'round a fire, just me and my two boys

I was shuffling through some classics I thought they might enjoy

The ones I cut my teeth on, circa 1994

When life was but a song and I was still figuring out the chords:

«Here's a Quarter», «Chattahoochee», «Killin' Time» and «Rodeo»

I said, «This was how our country sounded, about 20 years ago

But there ain’t much old school in the new wave

There ain’t much back then around these days

Nothing suits me like the old hats

And nothing moves me like the throwbacks

The throwbacks.»

I said «Those true and friendly voices, those familiar words

Hit my heart and make it fonder of back then and how things were

When the outskirts of Atlanta seemed another world away

And the neighborhood we’re living in was just a field of hay

Before the country turned to suburb and slow went out of style

Boys, when I was growing up here we had gravel roads for miles

But there ain’t much old school in the new wave

There ain’t much back then around these days

Nothing suits me like the old hats

And nothing moves me like the throwbacks

The throwbacks.»

Now my kids know the words to the songs I loved back then

Lord, I pray they’ll keep on playing ‘em over and over and over

Over and over again

We need some old school in the new wave

We need some back then, now and always

Oh it might sound a little old hat

But I say, «Long live the throwbacks

The throwbacks.»